I talked the idea over with my dad for a few days before I made the decision. I also talked to Jase, Nick and Mr. Corcoran because I still felt like I belonged to Nick. I was his trophy. He's the one that caught me. I felt like I needed his permission to let Mr. Ferguson display me.
So when I decided to submit to Mr. Ferguson, my dad brought Jase and Mr. Corcoran brought Nick along with me to witness whatever Mr. Ferguson did with me. As I felt the humiliation, anxiety, and excitement about being nothing but my own cock, my cock strained against my clothes. I felt no desire to hide it since my cock belonged to Nick.
Nick, who sat next to me, asked, "Dad, my trophy has a boner. May I look at it?"
Mr. Corcoran said, "He's not your trophy anymore." But then Mr. Corcoran looked back at me and it seemed like he was having nostalgic feelings of me being part of the family, his son's naked trophy in the living room. I felt nostalgic too and didn't offer any resistance. Mr. Corcoran said, "I suppose it's okay."
I just sat there as Nick pulled my dick out. I remained as still as the trophy I was. Nick held my dick and Jase reached over and fondled my balls and that's how we stayed until we arrived at Mr. Ferguson's.
I didn't bother putting my dick away as we went inside. Mr. Ferguson shook my dad's hand and Mr. Corcoran's hand. He even shook Nick's and Jase's hands. But instead of shaking my hand, he grabbed my cock.
"And this is the jock."
Nick said, "That's my trophy."
Mr. Ferguson started removing my clothes. "You should be really proud. So young and you caught a nine inch rack. Even older hunters fail to get jocks with such big racks. You don't mind if I display him do you?"
Nick said, "I'd like to visit sometimes so I can see my trophy."
My dad added, "We want him to be trained so that no one else catches him. I kinda feel like I lost my son. Don't get me wrong. I'm proud that he's a jock and Nick deserves him. I feel proud of Nick too for catching a nine inch rack on his first hunt. I just don't want my son becoming anyone else's trophy."
Mr. Ferguson said, "Don't worry. I'll make sure he's well trained to avoid capture." Mr. Ferguson moved in back of me. He pushed his crotch into my ass and reached around to grab my cock. "The only payment I ask is his body. He'll owe me that." Mr. Ferguson let my pants fall and I was naked.
I looked at my dad. I wasn't sure if he approved or not so I asked, "This is okay, Dad?"
Dad smiled and said, "I just want you back. It's hard for me to watch other people handle you. You look great. Best looking trophy I've ever seen."
I saw a tear trickle down his eye and didn't know what to make of it.
Mr. Ferguson asked, "I take it you're afraid of being nothing but your own cock for a while, right?"
"Yes."
Mr. Ferguson continued, "Well I came up with a better idea that I'm sure you will approve of."
I felt the magic of Mr. Ferguson's hands as he molded me. I still didn't understand how this all worked. Normally, Mr. Ferguson would not be able to transform me but somehow, because of the deal we made, Mr. Ferguson had complete control over me. He separated me into three parts.
He put my head on a plaque and hung it on the wall. Then he took my cock and balls and hung them on a plaque just beneath my head. Then he took my ass and hung it on a plaque a little bit lower. The rest of my body disappeared. I could still move so I looked down at my parts below me. I'd never seen my own dick so close before nor had I ever had such a good view of my ass. I wondered why Mr. Ferguson wanted to display my ass.
Mr. Ferguson asked, "What do you think? Much better than being just your own cock?"
I asked, "Why are you letting me move and talk?"
Mr. Ferguson said, "Because I want to be able to talk to you and find out how you feel. Now you are still an object, a trophy. You agreed to let me display you however I want. But I want to know that you enjoy being the trophy that you are."
I looked over at Nick. "Well what do you think? Is it okay if Mr. Ferguson displays me like this?"
Nick and Jase laughed. Nick said, "Oooo, I can see your stinky butthole."
Mr. Ferguson touched my butthole and said, "Oh this. This doesn't have to be stinky as long as he stays cleaned up and being a trophy means that he's easy to keep clean. But you want to know what is really wonderful about this body part, I'll show you."
Mr. Ferguson brought out his own cock and started lubing it up.
My dad protested, "You're not allowed to have sex with a trophy?"
Mr. Ferguson said, "I'm not having sex with him. I'm just putting my dick inside this urinal. I plan on keeping him in the bathroom as a urinal."
I looked around anxiously for some way to stop what was about to happen but everyone stood frozen in place having no idea how to stop this. "Mr. Ferguson, please don't put your dick inside me."
"Shut up trophy boy. You're just an object."
i felt his cock breach my ass and I started to scream but he kissed me so that I screamed into his mouth. He continued to kiss me as he went in and out of me plunging deeper each time. The thrusting got easier to handle though I continued to grunt. Then he stopped kissing me and started licking my cock which was fully erect. Then he'd kiss me again and alternate between deep kissing me, licking my cock or sucking it.
Everyone just stared at us. I didn't know what to think. It felt wonderful and overpowering at the same time. Then I orgasmed.
Mr. Ferguson cleaned us both up and got dressed again. Then he turned to the others pointing at me and said, "See, that's what a butthole is for."
My dad walked up to me. I hung my head and asked, "Dad, are you still proud of me."
My dad looked at me in silence for a while. Then he said, "Yea, I'm still proud of you." He lifted my cock. "You grew into quite a jock. Who wouldn't be proud of you."
I asked, "But I'm just a trophy, a nine inch cock. I'm not a college student. I'm not a doctor or a lawyer. I'm just a nine inch cock, a trophy."
My dad said, "You're a great trophy. I'm proud of what a great trophy you grew into." He stuck my cock in his mouth. Then he pulled out and asked, "May I use your urinal, Mr. Ferguson?"
Next thing I knew, my dad was inside me while he kissed me and sucked my dick to another orgasm. Then Mr. Corcoran took his turn.
Mr. Corcoran said, "I wish we thought of this when you were in our house."
I looked over at Nick and Jase. They both looked appalled and disgusted with me. That really made me feel ashamed. "Nick, I belong to you. I need to know that you're okay with me. If you disapprove, I'll break the deal. This ass belongs to you."
Nick walked up to me and spanked me. "Naughty trophy, very naughty trophy." Then he grabbed a towel and cleaned me up. He asked how to get me clean and the adults instructed him on how to give me an enema. When he was finished, with one hand in my asshole and the other on my cock, he said, "Now that's my trophy. I can't wait until I'm big enough for you."
I couldn't wait either.